alcohol, Blogger, cheating, friendships, loss, love, moving on, recovery

Castles Made of Sand

"And his tears fall and burn on the garden greenAnd so castles made of sand fall in the seaeventually" -The Jimi Hendrix Experience Out of the woodwork, they contact me, telling me they too were fooled by the devil. None of them have the years and scars that I do but I still listen. All… Continue reading Castles Made of Sand

abuse, Blogger, childhood trauma, dreams, family, friendships, loss, love, moving on, teen years, trauma

The Little Girls

This concept and or idea of there being many parts to us, that we have past versions of ourselves running around inside our hearts, mind, and souls; for me the little girls of my past, little Becky's that were not honored or seen. The idea of playing as an adult is a bit foreign to… Continue reading The Little Girls

friendships, loss

How To Break Up With Your Hair Dresser

I don't want to be sexist but I think this statement is true: Most women can relate and or understand the fact that our relationship with our hair dresser is a complex one. Plainly put, there are things we tell the person cutting/coloring our locks that we would not share with anyone, perhaps not always… Continue reading How To Break Up With Your Hair Dresser

city living, dating, family, friendships, loss, love, moving on, pnw, romance, tbt, teen years

TBT “away from love”

May 3rd, 2001 Perhaps my hatred for her comes out of fear. Fear that she could take away my greatest asset, or maybe that fear I have never spoken of, the one where I often catch a glimpse of my own weakness in her smile. I wish right now that I could get up and… Continue reading TBT “away from love”

abuse, childhood trauma, friendships, moving on, school, teen years, trauma, Uncategorized

Step 1 – Recklessly Abandon

I am a prideful person, not in the traditional way and certainly not in the websters dictionary way. I am prideful in that I will do almost anything to avoid looking like a fool. This is rather is hilarious because most days I am quick to point out my ridiculous ways, somehow drawing attention to… Continue reading Step 1 – Recklessly Abandon